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[iorethscreation]

stands feet firm and arms crossed, glaring equally at Ioreth and Grima

Brilliant. You *found* me.

Because, you know, Mouth was so likely to just slit someone's throat like that and wow, conveniently leave blood around when Gwathren doesn't even know how to fight.

rolls eyes

I'm so glad I'm never going to have to rely on you lot for anything.

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[poor_grima]

~swats~ Stop that. You're a lot more convincing when you don't smell like you're about to start screaming.

~looks to Ioreth~ Wasn't his plan.

[iorethscreation]

shoves at Grima

You self-important asshole. It could have been!

Where do you get off--gagged by Grima's hand

[ioreth]

*sits on the dissection table and sips her coffee*

How wasn't it all him, Grima? Can you smell that too? *smirks*

*looks at Thorondir* Behave. It'll be a pain to make and train a new servant.

[poor_grima]

He's too insecure to insult his own plans like that.

~grabs Thorondir and shoves him onto the dissection table and locks one of his wrists~ Just to make what we're going to do you later easier.

~inhales and grins again~ I can still hear your heart, mon. You're not hiding any reactions, even if you get rid of your scent.

Now, whose idea was it?